I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

Rank suppression is usually not very obvious in the main material plane.

There are some entry-level professionals with skilled combat skills and great luck who can fight against some high-level professionals.

For example, there was a high-level undead wizard who was suppressed by a group of low-level children outside the elf courtyard.

However, if you, an apprentice who has just started for a few days, want to fight against the spells of a legendary spellcaster, it would be a bit nonsense.

The old skeleton now looked as if it had nothing to do with him, and was ready to see if this human could do something ridiculous.

Alvin could even see a smirk on the skull's face.

However, the only person at the scene who was ready to release Ivan was probably the old skeleton with a bad taste in his mouth.

A middle-aged bald man who had been silent and trying his best to reduce his presence finally stopped his whispering.

Before [Finger of Death] hit Ivan, blue rays of light attached to every creature in the field, even the old skeleton with a smirk on his face.

The fourth-ring divine spell [Anti-Death Ward]. Although Bol is not a druid specializing in divine spells, it does not mean that he cannot cast spells.

It's just because I'm not good at talking, so my casting speed is slow...

Fortunately, he still quietly added defensive spells to his own camp.

"Don't blink, little human.

Then comes the battle between spellcasters."

Seemingly enjoying the role of a commentator, the white-robed skeleton put his hands back in his pockets and stood leisurely beside Ivan. His tall and thin figure was a head taller than Ivan.

The priest who had already joined the battle did not stop. He continued to cast various buff spells on himself. The layers of halos looked very cyberpunk.

"Ahaha! The fifth-ring spell [Magic Resistance] is barely a wise choice.

Oh! This is the Druid's unique [Iron Skin Technique], which can make you immune to a few attacks. If the opponent hits you a few times, this layer of iron skin will be useless.

Look at that pink girl chirping, that is the top-level divine spell, the seventh-ring [Yajon Force Field], which can absorb a certain amount of spell damage, yes, a certain amount, but not much;

And that... why is this bald guy using [Giant Strength] on himself?"

As the skeleton commentator continued to make sarcastic remarks, Priest Bol once again made a gesture that seemed familiar to Ivan.

Then, while the old skeleton was speechless, it turned into a huge brown bear, and its bear paws as big as a washbasin greeted the Elf Speaker.

Xiling and Lian didn't consume much energy along the way. One of them raised a shield and moved forward, while the other started chattering while hiding in a hood.

"Barbaric! Stupid! Reckless!

Where is the spell battle?

How could they just charge forward mindlessly like those warriors with muscles in their brains!

Mielikki shouldn't have allowed her followers to learn these primitive things!"

Ignoring the old skeleton with a bad taste in his mouth, the other moon elves in the field who had recovered some of their combat power also took action.

The elf warriors whose weapons were taken away picked up stone pillars and stone sticks that were convenient for them from the broken walls. Some of them who were more concerned about the sense of ritual even performed a sword dance.

The elven rangers were in a miserable state. Having lost their bows and arrows, they could only charge forward with stone sticks like warriors. Only a few who were proficient in throwing weapons picked up stones and threw them at the elven speaker's head.

Most of the elven wizards had their spell materials taken away, and were now surrounding a certain bootlicker who had used up all his spell slots, taking chicken feet out of Leia's pocket;

As for the Elf Priest... the one who bit people outside before was...

"What a messed up tactic, tsk tsk tsk...

A good magic battle turned into a street fight in front of a fruit stall...

Hey! Hey! That little guy with twin ponytails!

Yes! I'm talking about you!

Hit him on the head!

Tsk, your aim is really bad!"

The old skeleton's venomous tongue was unmatched, and Ivan's eyelids twitched when he listened to his endless stream of words.

Of course, the old skeleton was never idle. Every time the Elf Speaker cast a spell, the old guy would throw a [Dispel Magic] at him, completely destroying the defensive spell that had been cast with great difficulty.

With these angry guys just released from the dungeon, the rescue team couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Especially Brokentooth Wasteland, his physical strength had been exhausted. He dragged his axe and moved to Ivan's side, followed by Leia Verin, who had been stripped of all her spellcasting materials.

"I say, old man, where did you come from, an ancient creature? The words you said sound like antiques from thousands of years ago."

The complaining alien Leia took one look at the tall skeleton, and she felt exhausted and sat down on the ground like Broken Tooth.

"Oh? It's you, little guy.

You are much more slow than that little Lati...

You've been cutting apart my body for so many years, and you still haven't figured it out?"

"Rati did say...

What? Body? You are that piece of——Hey! Why are you hitting people? "

将舔狗研究员给揍的鼻青脸肿，老骷髅舒爽的拍了拍手掌，慢悠悠的伸了个懒腰，冲着已经把精灵议长揍得奄奄一息的众人喊道：

"Alright, little ones!

The subsidence of Corellon's kingdom is almost over, so if you don't want to be turned into fertilizer, come here quickly."

Then, he drew a big circle with his hands, and invisible magical energy tore open the space, revealing the shape of a door.

……

[Teleportation Domain] is another signature skill of this wizard.

Different from the [Random Teleportation Domain] used by the Elf Speaker, the basic version of [Teleportation Domain] can fold the space of the same plane and perform accurate and fast point-to-point teleportation.

This is a must-have spell for wizards at home and traveling.

"Where are you planning on teleporting us to?"

After beating up the Elf Speaker, an elf walked up to the skeleton holding a stone stick.

"Don't worry, my residence in the Haze Forest is large enough to accommodate dozens...hundreds of elves like you...

How come that little charlatan caught so many elves..."

"No offense, we just escaped death from our own leader.

So I'm afraid I won't trust a strange creature so easily, especially if it's an undead."

"Don't worry, this skeleton means no harm."

Leia, who was bruised and swollen, seemed to have understood something and spoke to her surviving fellow tribesmen.

"Hurry up, the subsidence is coming to an end. Except for Corellon's followers, we may be crushed into powder at any time."

After thinking for a while, the one who asked the question began to call the group of elves who had been imprisoned for who knows how many days, and lined up to walk into the influence range of the teleportation area.

"Although I don't know your purpose, I am still very grateful to you for helping us preserve the flame of the Moon Elf civilization."

The old skeleton waved his hand, signaling the group of "refugee"-looking moon elves to teleport quickly.

Archbishop Bol, who was in poor condition, was supported by Xiling. Another Archbishop, Broken Tooth, who had also lost his strength, did not have such a good disciple by his side, so he could only move to the side of the door-shaped magic circle by himself.

"Sister! Headmaster! I don't know where Sister Frey is yet!"

Pushing the short girl into the door, the old skeleton said to Lian who was holding the door frame and preparing to climb back.

"Get out quickly, little one. Your sister Fulei is much safer than you now."